Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Hagiwara, Sakura - Part III (The Final Confrontation)

The steel smacked against his arm and he yelled in pain, immediately falling down on one knee, clutching his hurt arm against his side. He let out a low frustrated groan, trying to get back up on his feet to continue this brawl. Hagiwara had regained her bearings by this time, she would reach out to grab his head and trap him in a headlock of some sorts. Using the grip, she would fling him over her hip to toss him over it in a judo flip.

Daisuke's back would hit the wooden bench and he would let out a loud scream as he laid over the bench with his top half and bottom half hanging off on the sides. He would look at her in an upside down vision while she begged him to stop but he would simply roll over onto his belly while still on the bench. "You're right...and that someone...is YOU" he said, suddenly grabbing a used piece of sports bra on the wooden bench and shoving at Sakura's face in hopes to distract her.

As soon as he threw the sports bra, he got up and lunged at Sakura looking to deliver a dropkick aimed at her chest to knock her down.

Sakura hoped he would see sense and in fact, for a brief moment thought he was agreeing with her on the pointlessness of the fight. Then a bra  was thrown in her face. She stumbled back, instinctively flapping her hands to bat at it as if she had just been swarmed by bees. She hadn't been sure what it was other than a garment of some sort, but having someone's potentially dirty laundry in her face was not ideal.

Tearing the bra from her face, Sakura was given a split second to witness Daisuke flying towards her again. His feet slammed into her chest, snapping her backward into the lockers with a heavy metallic thud. Her back slid down the metal until she slumped to the floor with a groan.

No longer was this a noble contest between two wrestlers trying to prove they were the best by winning a wrestling match. For Daisuke, this was about forcing her to say those words- that he was better than her, at all costs. After playing possum for a bit, he threw a dirty sports bra at her face which caused enough distraction for the prince to land a dropkick at her chest. He fell to the ground and Sakura's back hit the steel locker and she would fall down to the ground as well.

He panted heavily, still drenched in sweat, as he grabbed the bra and crawled towards her. He pushed her over onto her front before mounting her back, he wrapped the used bra around her face before bringing the strings back towards him as he pulled back on it viciously, trapping her in a modified camel clutch that also smothered her!

"Just...tell me I'm the better wrestler....please....and this will be all over" he said, now he was pleading with her despite mercilessly bending her in a C like position while smothering her with the garment.

“Ugh…” Sakura groaned as she was pulled away from the wall, dropping onto her chest on the tiled locker room floor. She lay still as Daisuke crawled over the top of her and sat himself across her back. Her mind raced with all the terrible possibilities of what was about to come next as her body failed to move when she tried to urge it to react. Something pulled itself over her head, getting caught up on the geometry of her head. She couldn't make out what it was, some of it was soft while other parts pulled tight and constricting like wire. Within a moment her body was arching back when the wrestling Prince applied his modified camel clutch.

First the first few cranks she remained motionless, just grunting with each hard pull of the hold. Her hot breath buffeted her face while being smothered by the garment, making beads of sweat form on her brow. Finally, her body was convinced to move once oxygen was obviously in short supply. Desperate fingers feeling the bra, looking for a place to grab hold of it to fight its pull. From the sides she finally slipped her fingers through, gripping the sides of the cups. Her body spasmed as she fought, pulling as hard as she could until… a tear, then a sudden snap as the bra strap snapped away. She face-planted on the floor again, drawing in a greedy breath of air.

The Idol Wrestler couldn't rest though, she squirmed, still slicked with sweat, and twisted between Daisuke’s thighs to roll onto her back. She stared up at him, red-faced anger and near suffocation holding back whatever hateful words she had for him. Instead, she kicked a leg up, using her flexibility to try and hit the man in the back of the head and knock him forward enough to allow to her worm her way free from underneath him.

This was it. Even if he lost this match, he lost all the matches- the last image would be of him choking and knocking Sakura out in her own locker room while he would end up standing tall. She had to admit he was superior because if she did not, he would knock her out without remorse. He pulled on the strings of the bra while the fabric was tightly pressed against her face, she had no room to breathe while her body was being bent backwards.

Desperate, she reached up to grabbed the cups from the sides and began to pull it away from her face. A moment of back and forth finally ripped the strings and she was freed from that humiliating position as her head snapped back down to the floor. He grunted but took a second to react while Sakura rolled from under him, facing him. The two glared at each other, hatefully. He reached down to grab her but her legs kicked up to smack him in the back of his head.

"Ugh!" he grunted as he fell forward onto his hands and knees, clutching the back of his head while Sakura had a moment to fight back.

“You’re not better than me, you aren’t better than anyone right now. You aren't even acting like a wrestler, just a thug” On his hands and knees they were practically face to face. She didn't know if a camera had followed them or if anyone else was looking but this wasn't for any of them. She spoke low and clearly, staring into his eyes with every word so he would know she meant every word. With that, she did something she probably would never do in an actual match… her leg shot up between them as she tried to knee him square in the crotch. This is the only thing he deserved for acting like such a creep.

The idol wouldn't wait for a response, she was over this. Crossing her forearms she pushed out to shove Dausuke off her, wanting to roll over and start to stand back up. She paused though, considering for just a moment before trying to stand up. There was one thing left she wanted from the wrestling prince after all the goodwill she had given him, she wouldn’t have him go unpunished for this.

Whilst on his hands and knees, he looked directly down at her. Sweat dripped off his body, chest heaving up and down as she spoke. Her words were low and clear, making it quite clear she was being dead serious. He would grit his teeth and clench his fists while they were pressed against the floor. "I...OOOOWWWWWWW" before he could respond, her knee went up between his legs for a lowblow.

He gasped in pain and she would bring her arms up, pushing him away to bring him down next to her on his back. Daisuke rolled over onto his side, curling up while cupping his crotch. He was still moaning in pain, now it was Sakura's turn to decide whether she wanted to leave...or finally prove that she was better than him once and for all.

Sakura stood up, taking in a deep breath. She felt as though she had taken back the agency stolen from her at the end of their match. With careful steps she moved around the writhing man on the floor, turning on her heel when she got to his feet. Leaning forward she grabbed him by the legs, hiking his ankles under her arms. With a hard twist, she stepped over him, flopping him onto his stomach as she reclined back into a sitting position to lock in the move that haunted her early career. This was the crucible for her, where she learned what it was to be strong. It seemed like Daisuke needed a taste of what that felt like.

The idol wrestler wrenched the hold, cinching it up to be picture-perfect. There was no gentle escalation, no, she went full throttle immediately to make the Boston crab as agonizing as she possibly could. Her butt planted firmly, leaning as far as Daisuke’s legs would allow. “Apologize for disgracing Tension with this temper tantrum. Now!”

Things were about to come full circle for Sakura. No longer was she the weak wrestler as she was when she started, her journey was full of pain, emotion and betrayal of her best friend that lead her to this moment. She was not going to let Daisuke bully her into backing away or admitting something she knew was not true. She looked at him, realizing that there was more to be done.

Walking towards his legs, she would pull him over onto his front before tucking his legs under her armpit and sit on his back. She scooted backwards and bend his legs back in a brutal boston crab submission- the move that tormented her in her career. Daisuke would howl in pain, his hands gripping his own hair as he shook his head- now he was the one who was being demanded to verbally say something if he wanted relief.

"AHHHHHH OWWWWW" he screamed in pain, shaking his head as he crawled forward aimlessly. There was no ring ropes, no referee! He continued to scream in agony, smacking away some shoes nearby while pounding the floor- there was not much left in him as Sakura was pushing him to his limit.

Daisuke clawed at the ground, slowly shifting them around the tiled floor but there was no place to escape to. No one to stop her hold, nobody to come to his rescue. It was just the two of them and as he eased up for a brief moment and slowly walked them backward to where they started without breaking the hold, she showed him just how powerless he was. When Sakura sat back down, she inched closer to his upper back, pulling his legs up even higher than before.

“Apologize to Tension. You were their representative and this is how you behaved when I beat you. Not once, or twice, but three times over. You make a mockery of this place when you behave selfishly. Too many people work too hard to get not even a fraction of the attention you have been given and you choose to waste it like this. Apologize, now!” Digging her heels into the floor she pulled as hard as she could to make Daisuke languish in the leg hold, pushing his body to its limits.